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Window Dressing. [BDSM, Exhibitionism, Humiliation]

Window dressing

It's been several weeks since you were summoned. Summoned or trapped? Smirking you giggle. If this is trapped bring more bait. Because you'd gladly do it again. The weeks have all been full of Erotic adventures. Some days have a routine. You wake and are told what to wear. Sometimes a suit, an innocent sundress, or just like a street walker but most times nothing. You spent several days nude in this house. Friends of him would come by and you'd be made to be objectified while they did business. Some days are far from routine.

Though the collar has always been there. Two inches thick it sits firmly around your neck. Locked in place but no seams. And the runes etched on it glow occasionally now. Collar still firmly secured somehow capturing your energy in a way that's unclear. Cross-linking of energy between you and this man has been entertaining. If released you think you'll let him live. For a bit.

You walk through the hall to the stairs, nude again. The air brushing your sensitive skin. You feel your full bottom seductively ripple with each step. Your flame hair cascades around your small form…and your horns almost tingle with anticipation. Read more »

The Neighbor’s Son (Part V)

Sorry for the long delay. Things have been busy at work and I've not had any sexual encounters worth talking about until now.

The Labor Day weekend was the first weekend in a long while that I had to catch my breath. A part of me focused on work because I couldn't shake the feeling that Eric and I were growing apart. While I always knew that eventually he'd get on with his own life, find someone closer to his age and get married, I didn't want the day to come. I knew that he had a steady girlfriend and with his steady job, it was just a matter of time. However, it still pained me a bit because we used to either talk, Skype or text daily, and that went down to weekly, and now it was once a month, if that. I was happy for him, but a part of me really wished that he and I could have spent more time. Read more »

Horny Band Nerds [M/F] [Highheels]

This story is about 90% true, but I figured with the embellishments I should post it here instead of gwstories. I had a gf/ex-gf that I had great experiences with as far as exercising my high heel fetish, though I added a bit of dialogue that would emphasize a bit of light femdom, as she eventually started employing it in later experiences.

I knew I liked high heels at a pretty young age. I’m not sure how it happened, but whenever I was home alone you could often find me in my older sisters’ closets looking through their high heels, wishing to see girls in them (though not really my sisters). When I finally got around to having my first girlfriend in high school, Lucy, I was hoping I would be able to explore this more with her. Lucy was short, perhaps an inch or two above 5 feet. Not thin, a little extra but still cute, with straight dirty blonde hair down a bit past her shoulders. After seeing her for a while, I opened up about my little fetish. She responded really well, and was eager to try it out. I couldn’t believe it! What I learned from Lucy was that I also liked light domination, and she had a great time doing it. Read more »

LONE WOLF MCGAYED [MGAY] (Fiction)

Aarmaan keeled down upon his knees (good way to start a sex-story, no?). A string of tears ran down his face. His homosexuality has finally caught up with him and now he would pay the price for his preference, in a country where eight-year-old girls are often forced to marry moldy old men who are able to rape and beat them regularly with no worry of reproach. Why? It didn't matter. Bigotry knows no logic. All the members of 'The Exclusive Allah Fan-Club' knew was that he did not conform to the rules and regulations of Muslumism and he therefore had to be destroyed.

The executioner raised the sword above his head and Aarmann squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the cold sting of sharpened metal to penetrate the back of his neck and slide down through cartilage and bone until his head became detached from his body (It's actually kinda gross when you think about it), but just then the unmistakable report of gunfire echoed through the hot, desert air. After a brief moment of stillness, curiosity finally got the better of Aarmaan and he opened his eyes to see what had happened. Read more »

[F]ucking Another [M]an and Telling [M]y BF All About it

A little back story first: I'm 19, a sophomore in college, and sexually deviant. At 5'5" and 120 pounds, my 34D breasts look disproportionately large in comparison to my slim waist (I was somehow lucky enough to have the freshman 15 go straight to my tits). I have long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and an ass that still looks like it did when I ran track in high school.

For the last two months, I've been dating Daniel. He's 37, 6'2", and way out of my league. The age difference (18 years) might make it sound like some weird daddy/daughter thing, but we actually really like each other. I won't bother to defend it. We also have insanely good sex. We quickly realized that we share many of the same fantasies – most importantly for this story, Daniel really loves the idea of me fucking another man and then coming home to him, freshly fucked, to tell him all about it while he reclaims all of my holes. That's exactly what we did four days ago. Read more »

Tales from Frank’s: The Brothers [M] [F] [M] (xpost from /r/sexystories)

Working in Frank’s is okay. Frank himself is a bit of a pain in the ass, but I’m friendly enough with the other girls. Back when Frank still had ideas of starting a franchise, the diner-come-bar was decked out in the usual family friendly reds and yellows. Some time before I started, he realised the customers he could count on weren’t mom, pop and their 2.4s but the working joes who needed to stop in before they went home.

Accordingly, he adjusted his staffing policy. Michael, who’d been tending bar since he was old enough, got tossed out on his ear. Frank made sure that every single member of staff, from the guys in the back to those waiting tables, were exactly the kind of person to being in his new target audience: we’re all relatively young – late-teens to early twenties (except for Amanda, but she still looks like she could pass for my sister) – with easy smiles. The outfits Frank makes us wear are two sizes too small and have deep v-necks, which gives the guys an eyeful whenever we bend over. The shorts are barely more than hot pants and hug snuggly around the curves. They’re the same shade of black as the knee-high socks and sneakers. Read more »

Tales from Frank’s: The Brothers [M] [F] [M]

Working in Frank’s is okay. Frank himself is a bit of a pain in the ass, but I’m friendly enough with the other girls. Back when Frank still had ideas of starting a franchise, the diner-come-bar was decked out in the usual family friendly reds and yellows. Some time before I started, he realised the customers he could count on weren’t mom, pop and their 2.4s but the working joes who needed to stop in before they went home.

Accordingly, he adjusted his staffing policy. Michael, who’d been tending bar since he was old enough, got tossed out on his ear. Frank made sure that every single member of staff, from the guys in the back to those waiting tables, were exactly the kind of person to being in his new target audience: we’re all relatively young – late-teens to early twenties (except for Amanda, but she still looks like she could pass for my sister) – with easy smiles. The outfits Frank makes us wear are two sizes too small and have deep v-necks, which gives the guys an eyeful whenever we bend over. The shorts are barely more than hot pants and hug snuggly around the curves. They’re the same shade of black as the knee-high socks and sneakers. Read more »

THE CARNAL CRAVINGS OF CONNIE KIEW [F] [STR] Fiction

This story is dedicated to Joe Hendra who’s untimely death has guaranteed us a zombie-apocalypse by there being no more room in hell, and to my mother whom will thankfully never read this, and by skittles, and with Jay Mathers as the Beaver…

Connie Kiew knew that she had finally found love.

Of course, she had told herself that many times before, but this time it was different. This was real. Granted, she had said that to herself many times before as well, but this time it was different. This time she meant it. OK, so she had also said that many times before too, but this time she knew that she meant it.

She didn't know, exactly, how she knew that what she was feeling was, indeed, true love. It just wasn't something that one can put into words which, for me, is pretty convenient.

Connie had always had a passionate love for white men, and on her five-year and two-week quest to find love, she had sampled a wide variety of Caucasian males in every size, shape and color, and just when it all seemed so hopeless, she had finally met her ivory prince at the ripe old age of 18. Read more »